“Won’t you consider releasing him?” I whisper, unable to bite back the question. “This again? Maeve…” Vitor shakes his head. “Our kingdom thrives on laws. We can’t bend them just because you’ve asked me to.” His admonishment makes my hands curl into fists, but I continue in an even tone. “I’m not asking to bend the laws or suggesting we break them. My father is innocent.” Papa would never have harmed Grandmother. He loved her. We all did.
